Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Flesh Eaters to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.